I realized today I was using my steering wheel like one of those squishy stressballs. Only it was not squishy, nor was it relieving my stress. I wondered "Is this what a panic attack is?" but the I realized I had heartburn, because I ate no breakfast but drank a lot of coffee. Then I felt like an idiot. What is worse, going to the medical doctor with a panic attack, or a psychiatrist with heartburn? I spend a lot of time wondering this, and then I wonder why I am behind on my homeworks. (Aniuka spelling, not a typo)
Learning new meaning of the phrase "Keeping your head above water."
Learning that closing your eyes and meditating is not relaxing when the room starts to spin. (Note: drink less coffee)
Overly relieved that the high-pitched noise was not in my head today. (Note: high-pitched noises, even when not in your head, can cause headaches)
Thinking about lots of people who need positive thoughts right now. Sending karma and manna and whatever I can in their directions. If you do it, too, I'll pass it along.
Worried about the economy and if I'll have a job when I graduate; realizing how old this makes me feel.
Worried that even if I do have a job, I will be so utterly horrified at the government I won't want to pay my taxes, and then will be sent to prison for not paying my taxes.
Realizing it's time to stress less and watch cats play with their toys more.
Thinking my s-i-l should really start a photography business (seriously) and then become fabulously famous. I'll do the copyright paperwork.
Thinking 3 cats is the perfect number of cats for 2 roommates. That way there is always a bonus cat.
Feeling kind of guilty that I blew off the census man today, even though I HONESTLY had something on the stove, boiling.
LOVING having a stove. LOVING cooking and baking. LOVING living somewhere homey and warm and filled with laughter (seriously, there's some competition for best roommate ever going on up here).
I do not have tuberculosis.
It has not been long enough to know if I have mad cow, but it is now "unlikely." All that beef I ate in Europe in 2000 was still worth it, I don't care what the medical establishment tells me.
I may or may not have lost my entire note topic because Congress did something good. Finding myself in the awkward position of cursing Congress for acting too quickly on legislation I support. Law school does this to you.
I like being outside. I should do it more.
For my birthday, I would like to go home to my parents' house and sleep. And be covered in babies. I mean, real, live babies. Who crawl. And are adorable. And then I would like to eat brown beef. I have the recipe for brown beef, but I do not have the recipe for babies. Anyone care to share?
If you were a magic tree, what kind of tree would you be? This is a real interview question.
4 comments:
Stress is not a good thing. Looks like you are letting it go. Babies are still cute here.
Fear not, sister, as your sworn protector I am here to provide you with cute nephews and profitable IP clients.
And if I were a tree I'd be a "give me a job" tree. You go up to it and pick a tasty, nutritious three-grand-a-weekfruit.
I need a job. And the recipe for babies is: boy + girl.
I don't even know what an appropriate comment is for this post. I like you. :)
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